Eighties

Woah
She dont got no control, she got a broken soul
And she dont know what its like to wake up in the morning light, yeah
And she always wanna fight,
She dont know how to make it right, nah (Woah)
And she got style, but I know that she crazy
And she do blow like she grew in the eighties
Baby, dont waste my time
Im * ***ed up and shit aint right
And she got style, but I know that she crazy
And she do blow like she grew in the eighties
Babygirl, thats alright
Were *** *ed up, but well be fine
Wasted, wasted, done with the liquor
Wanna taste it, taste it, down with the dripper
Aint patient, patient, drugs in her system
Tryna gain through respect, tryna **** with my rhythm
And late nights get longer, your feelings get stronger
But if its one thing I know
Youre way too ****ed, cant take you home
******* crazy, off the rails
Money got long like her pinky nails
She do coco, no Chanel
****ed up head, but she bad as hell
And she got style, but I know that she crazy
And she do blow like she grew in the eighties
Baby, dont waste my time
Im ****ed up and shit aint right
And she got style, but I know that she crazy
And she do blow like she grew in the eighties
Babygirl, thats alright
Were ****ed up but well be fine